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No one has noticed that autumn is a passerby who walks in a hurry.
? When the busy fields of harvesting and planting in the countryside ended, and when people took a long sigh of relief and began to rest, they realized that autumn had gone far.
The sun is also a migratory bird, and went to the warm south with the geese to spend the winter, leaving people with a chilling scene.
The yellow leaves have fallen to the paraquat, and the hoarfrost is blowing with cold wind. Winter is approaching.
Chen Feng, carrying a huqin, rode his blue motorcycle on the newly built country road. When passing by the market in the small town, he walked slowly through the street, searching carefully.
He knew that there were no flower shops here, but there were flowers sellers.
In the past, every day on this day, Chen Feng would come here to buy two pots of white chrysanthemums. He asked the florist to cut the flowers out of the pot and tie them into a bouquet for him. The florist was a little strange at first, but he quickly understood what he meant and arranged it for him.
Today he came to the flower place again, and it was still the bearded man selling flowers.
The bearded man is actually not very old. He is in his forties, but he has a very long beard, which is strange.
Big Beard is an expert in growing flowers. All kinds of flowers and plants, as well as some bonsai trees of different shapes, are all beautifully displayed by him, all of which are eye-catching. Passers-by can't help but stop to watch, and some people can't help but spend money to buy a pot or two.
In this season, the protagonist is naturally the chrysanthemum. Thousand-headed chrysanthemums have passed away, and now they are all big flowers. Look at the pots of autumn chrysanthemums, the flowers are huge, in different colors, and in various shapes. Against the backdrop of the green leaves, they are really romantic and charming.
Chen Feng still chose two pots of white chrysanthemums.
The two pots of white chrysanthemums have the same shape, both are linear petals, cascading down like a waterfall, silky white and crystal clear.
The bearded man said that this is called "high mountains and flowing water". When Chen Feng heard the name, he liked it even more. He has known the story of "high mountains and flowing water" for a long time, but now he has a sense of sadness and desolation, just like the bleakness of this late autumn, which fills his heart.
"Although the mountains are there, the flowing water is gone."
Chen Feng sighed in his heart.
This time, Chen Feng didn't pot the chrysanthemums to remove the roots, but even took the pots. He carried the pots in sturdy tote bags, one by one, that hung just beside the back seat. He put it very carefully, and took it away carefully after he estimated that there would be no problem.
He is also very careful when riding a bicycle, and drives slowly when encountering uneven roads.
Chen Feng passed through that familiar small village again.
Although it is the slack time for farming, there are few idlers in the village. The strong laborers have all gone out to work, and the women who stayed behind are also looking for odd jobs nearby. Only a few old people are sitting under a big tree, enjoying their leisure time comfortably.
After passing the village, we entered a large field.
The field is full of green wheat seedlings, like a green carpet paving the ground, and the grass leaves are withered and yellow on the small roads beside the wheat fields, just like the green carpets are inlaid with gold.
The wheels drove on the small road in the field, leaving a line of clear marks. Ahead is a low hill. There are overgrown trees on the mountain, and there are few trees at the foot of the mountain, but the grass is lush and leafy, but now it has become yellow.
The motorcycle got off the road and drove onto the thick yellow grass. It went two or three miles deep in a high and low, winding way, and stopped on a relatively flat open space.
The motorcycle turned off, and the tranquility of the small mountain forest suddenly appeared. From time to time, there were a few crisp birdsong, but I couldn't tell which direction it was coming from, and I didn't know what it was.
In the middle of the open space is a solitary tomb without a stele. The tomb is covered with grass, which is connected with the surrounding area.
Chen Feng got out of the car, took down two basins of "mountain and flowing water", and placed them in front of the grave. He knelt down and said softly:
"Xinxin, I came to see you, are you okay? Look, is this chrysanthemum beautiful? It's called 'High Mountain and Flowing Water', you must like the name?"
The breeze blows, and the two basins of "mountain and flowing water" sway gently in the wind, as if they are really flowing! The petals are shining crystal white, like a waterfall cascading down, but the sound of "squeaky" cannot be heard.
"Winter is coming again, you see this chrysanthemum is a bit chilly, without you in winter, I am really cold." Chen Feng muttered to himself.
The sun has tilted to the west, and the temperature in the afternoon is quietly fleeing to the cloudless sky and the mysterious depths of the universe.
Chen Feng lay on the grave slope, looking up at the irregular patch of sky surrounded by the surrounding woods, still talking to himself:
"Are you in the sky or underground? Really.After she opened it, she straightened Chen Feng's clothes, and said sadly with tears in her eyes:
"Son, don't do this again. I know you are very sad, but the matter has come to this point. There is nothing we can do. Xiner is gone. We all have to live a good life. Xiner doesn't want you to be like this. She definitely wants you Can live happily, if you love her, live well, you are like this all day, can Xiner not be sad?"
Chen Feng couldn't bear it anymore, he threw himself into Yang Xin's mother's arms, crying like a child:
"Auntie, I don't want to do this either, but I can't control it. It's only here that I feel that Xinxin hasn't left, she's by my side, and I feel better."
Yang Xin's mother was silent. She understood Chen Feng's feelings. He loved Xinxin too much. For him, Xinxin was the only person he could get close to, so Xinxin's departure hit him too hard. She thought about it and said:
"Son, don't you have a photo of Xiner? Just put it on the bedside and look at it. Why come here? This is just a platform for Xiner. She loves you so much. She is here, but her heart is with you There!"
Chen Feng agreed with this statement. He believed that Yang Xin had knowledge in the underground and a spirit in the sky, so he would definitely be by his side. So since then, Chen Feng no longer came here often, but only came on Yang Xin's memorial day.
Today is November 29th, which is Yang Xin's memorial day, so Chen Feng came to her grave again. As long as the villagers hear the sound of the piano, they will remember what day it is.
The sound of the piano flooded Chen Feng's ears like running water.
At some point, Yang Xin's mother came to him. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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